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“I want you in my mouth,” she told him, her voice soft, the husky, needy sound surprising her.
His cheeks flushed with a dull, dark red. His eyes darkened as his chest heaved hard.
“I want to be in your mouth,” he told her, his head lowering until his lips could caress the bare skin of her neck. “I want your hot little mouth wrapped around me, your tongue stroking me.”
Sarah almost released the whimper building in her throat.
She gripped the waist of his jeans, pushing them down as she lowered her body. On her knees before him, she looked up, seeing the savage, naked need reflected on his face. His cock strained toward her, heavy and hard, the thick head pulsing, releasing a small pearl of liquid. That droplet tempted her, made her hunger for more.
Gripping the base in her hands, she leaned forward, her tongue running over the broad tip, licking the pearly drop of liquid that collected there. Brock groaned deep, his hands going to her hair to pull her forward. Sarah enveloped the first few inches, groaning as he filled her mouth. Hot, steel-hard, he pushed into her mouth with a slow, measured thrust, until she could take no more.
Sarah raised her eyes, watching him, loving the vulnerable pleasure she saw reflected in his expression. He watched her, his gaze never leaving hers. His hands tightened in her hair. She whimpered, feeling the tiny bursts of the tugging sensation, almost pain, heightening her pleasure.
“Your mouth feels so good, Sarah.” He pulled back, then eased into her mouth once again. Each thrust, slow, measured, as his breath sawed from his chest. “Tight and hot, wet and silky; watching your lips part for my cock makes me crazy to take you.”
The husky voiced words had the flesh between her thighs weeping, clenching tight in agonized need. Her body heated, flushing as she drew him deeper, suckling at his flesh hungrily. The soft slurping sound filled the room as she sucked the hot shaft, her hands running over the base, cupping his scrotum, her nails scraping sensitive skin to the tune of his rough, sensual growls.
“Enough. I want to come in your tight little cunt. I won’t let you drain me with that soft mouth of yours.” He pulled away from her, shedding his jeans in a quick, controlled movement before reaching down and drawing her to her feet. “God, Sarah, I’ve waited all day to eat your sweet pussy.”
Brock jerked the zipper of her skirt down, pushing at the soft fabric until it fell from her hips and pooled on the floor. Stepping out of her sandals, she stood still as Brock pulled the shirt over her head, his hands going to her breasts as she sighed in heated pleasure.
His lips captured the sound, covering hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. His arms went around her, his big body bending close, protective, sheltering. She weakened at the surge of passion that raced through her. The way her body leaned into him instinctually, flesh meeting flesh, heat and fiery need bonding them together.
Sarah leaned into him, into his kiss. Her lips opened for his tongue, hers twining with it, a willing captive to his seductive kiss, his dark desires. Her body ached, her hips pressing into his, the flesh of her stomach pillowing the erection that throbbed between them.
She gasped, feeling him move. He swung her into his arms and the emotion that action sent surging through her terrified her. Had she ever felt more a woman? Had she ever needed anything as desperately as she needed Brock?
“I won’t last long.” He laid her on the bed, bending over her, his lips hot and fierce as they bathed her neck in kisses.
Sarah gasped, her hands going to his head, her fingers spearing through the night black hair. His lips caressed her neck, his tongue licking at her skin, making her shiver, making her hips arch to the hard male thigh that pressed between her own.
Oh. That felt good. Her eyes opened in startled awareness, only to be caught by the heat in Brock’s. He knew, damn him. She rubbed the bare flesh of her inner lips against his thigh, her breathing now an audible series of short little cries. The sensitive flesh, so slick and hot, pulsed, tingle
d. It spread as she pressed against his thigh, her clit meeting no interference in pressing against the hard male muscles of his upper leg.
“Feel good?” The slow smile tilting his lips fascinated her.
She rubbed against him again, her thighs tightening on him, sensations racing through her body at a speed that defied her ability to grasp and hold onto them long enough to decide if she could bear them. She could only cry out, arch and grind against the hard male thigh, seeking more.
“Not yet, Sarah.” His chuckle sounded rusty. Unused. Happiness, not amusement lit his eyes. It lightened them, even as the arousal fought to darken them.
“Oh God, Brock. Don’t stop.” She gripped his hips, stopping him from moving back from her. “It’s so good. Don’t you dare move.”
She ground herself against him, feeling the moisture seeping from her vagina, coating sensitive flesh, his leg, making a perfect base for the exquisite tingles of heat and building urgency between her thighs.
“You’ll come on my leg,” he whispered at her lips, pressing harder against her. “Wouldn’t you rather come in my mouth?”
Sarah lost her sanity at the sound of those whispered words.
“Will it feel as good?” she demanded, her breathing harsh. She couldn’t imagine anything this good. Her bare slick flesh in perfect touch with his hard thigh. She wanted to come and she could, if he would only let her.
“Better, baby.” He eased back from her, ignoring her cry at his desertion.
He moved down the bed, spreading her thighs, lowering himself between them, watching her, his eyes hot, hungry. The insatiable light in those light blue eyes sent her pulse careening. The way he licked his lips, watched her, his smile filled with knowledge an instant before his tongue licked over the smooth lips of her cunt.
“Oh, Brock.” Her hands clenched in his hair as fire sped through her body.
He licked her again, his tongue dipping into the narrow slit, raking over her clit, unhindered by the curls once growing there. Sarah’s head tossed on the pillows. His caresses slid over her flesh with soft, smooth motions. Nerve endings she never knew she had were suddenly sizzling to life. Wanton, gasping, she was on the verge of begging for more when she felt that diabolical tongue circle her clit, an instant before his suckling mouth covered it.
